“Why don’t you get in the photo!” Emily said, thinking fast. Rick and the baby both looked at her confused. She watched the photo develop and realized that at least she’d be working with grown ups now. In it were two fit men on either side of a gorgeous redhead. They were dressed in t-shirts for the local college. The redhead was holding hands with one. Suddenly, the world shifted. Emily looked around. She was in a bedroom that looked like it might be shared by a young couple. She looked over and saw one of the men from the photo.
“Rick?” She asked hopefully.
“No. It’s me, Marion. God it’s nice to be an adult again.”
In a different room in the house Rick quickly gathered his bearings as he spotted into his new reality. He was on a bed, looking down at a pillow. He could feel boobs hanging from his chest and rhythmically shifting as he bucked his hips. His was supported on his elbows and knees. He felt a hand cup one of his tits. He could feel tension in his groin. And Ike we pleasure that was overwhelming him. He was being penetrated by a rock hard warm cylinder and he could feel it slide back and forth inside him. Rick moaned, and shuddered, as a building wave of pleasure overwhelmed him. He heard a man’s voice. He felt the cylinder pull quickly from his body as the orgasm overwhelmed him. He felt the splash of fluid on his taint and asshole - clearly his partner hadnt pulled out quite fast enough. It was hard to think as he shook in pleasure. What the hell now, was all he could think, as he buried his face in the pillow and let his body fall limp into the bed.
A voice boomed out. “Oh my god, why are we having sex. What is going on!”